Heyy everyone
So I won't spoil any of the results for you guys. I'll just go right into the fights.
Unfortunately I only have time to post the one right now, as it's hard trying to recall everything that happened / recover at the same time, as I have to get ready for tommrows fights. So the postings might be a bit delayed overall, but I assure you guys everything will get posted. Also, sorry for spelling/grammer mistakes, I'm just trying to get the info out relatively quick so I can have time to prepare, ect.
Jenn showed up at my boyfriends house around 8 so that's around the time we began. I expected a ton of trash talking, but to my surprise she didn't even say a word to me, or much of anything to my boyfriend. I could tell she was incredibly focused and it was almost as the tension between us just amplified things.
We both stripped down and I was wearing a pink set or bra and panties from VS. She opted to go with a black bra/panties set that could bearly contain her breats. It was already clear she was trying to seduce my boyfriend, which angered me greatly.
Boxing was first so we both got on our gloves and headgear and walked into the padded living room to face each other. My boyfriend acted as the referee, he had us touch gloves and then each start in opposite corners of the living room. He then gave the signal and round 1 was underway!
I had assumed she would come out swinging with all of her pent up rage, but Jenn was more focused than I've ever seen her before. 30 seconds passed with nothing more than a few jabs. Getting impatient, I decided I would try to land some shots on her large breats, in order to drop her guard and expose her face. I let my right hand fly, but she dodged it easily countered with hard right of her own that smashed me in the head, causing me to stagger back and cry out in pain. It was the first punch of the match, but it hurt unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The blow was so forceful I couldn't believe I was still standing.
Jenn could see me reeling in pain and quickly attempted to capitalize as she backed me against the wall of the room. I could see another devestating right hand on the way so I braced myself and covered up my face. The blow glanced off my gloves and I used all my strength to shove her away from me back into the middle of the ring. I looked over at the clock and saw I only need to last for another minute to get to the round break to regain my composure.
But Jenn wouldn't have any of it, the ferocity was coming out now. She was stilled focused, but now it was clear her focus revolved around destroying me by any means neccesary. She lunged at me again, backing me into corner. I immediately covered my face to protect against the barrage of incoming punchs. I certainly wasn't doing much damage, but I wasn't taking much either. That was until she started hammering punches into my body.
The first one hit without warning and it was absolutely devestating, it crippled me, doubling me over, knocking the wind from me, and causing me to drop my guard. This left me vulnerable to a vicious uppercut that almost floored me, but somehow I was able to gather myself and get my hands up again to protect my head. This probbaly saved me from a humiliating first round knockout, but did little to protect my already damaged stomach from getting ravaaged further. Jenn pounded my body relentlessly with shot after shot, shredding my already beaten body. The pain was the worst thing I've experienced in my life and I felt like I was going to collapse as she savagely beat my body up against the wall. I could feel my legs just about to collapse when I heard my boyfriend call out "15 seconds left!".
After hearing the round was almost over I felt like I could last just long enough to catch a breather in between rounds. I knew I couldn't risk dropping my head guard and getting knocked out so I just clenched my teeth and endured the pounding my stomach was taking . 5 seconds, 4 seconds, 3, 2, 1 finally the round was over and my boyfriend pulled her from me. My legs were so weak they gave out as my body slid down the wall into a heap on the ground. It was a good thing for the that wall, or it would have ended in the first round.
In between rounds I attempted to compose myself, but I was in such much pain from being pounded on my focus was virtually gone. I could bearly think of what I need to do. I honestly never pictured I'd be in this situation after just the first round. Jenn was one tough bitch! That was the worst pain I've ever experienced, and here I am about to go down 0-1 to the persons who I've been dying to beat up for years! It was embarassing to think I was on the verge of losing this boxing match.
I knew what I felt though. My legs were shakey and weak. This was it I thought, I'm going to lose the first event to her, and I wasn't even able to put up a fight. It was then I realized I had to go all or nothing in round two. I needed to either knock her out or win convincingly to push a third round, and in the shape I was in I wasn't sure if I could go the distance.
My boyfriend called round two and I slowly rose up from the floor and hobbled over to the middle of the room to touch gloves. Jenn had practically ran to the middle. It was clear who had won the first round, Jenn had bearly taken any damage at all, I don't even think I was able to land a punch. She was in control and dominant the entire time. We went back to our corners and then went back to the mid to engage each other.
Jenn was running circles around me and my legs could bearly even move, let alone keep up with her. I was going with the haymaker, trying to trake her movements and unleash one devestating punch all at once. It took a few seconds but I found her pattern, I launched my right again with all my stength, but my legs gave a bit, severely weakening the impact of the punch. It caught Jenn in the mouth, but it wasn't even strong enough to draw blood. She burst into laughter as I sturggled to regain my footing....
The last sound I remeber hearing was her loud crackling laugh. I remember feeling embarassed and hopeless. According to my boyfriend she had responded to my right with another devestating right to the head, but this time she just dropped me with it. He said I was pretty much out when the punch hit, well before I had even hit the floor he seen my body go limp. The time he had for the knockout was 1:36, or 24 seconds into the second round.
When I came to I could see her standning over me with the worst kind of smirk going from ear to ear. I knew I had lost. Then she finally said something "Better luck in the catfight, tiny tits" as she walked out laughing. I was devestated at not only the loss, but the way I lost , especially in front of my boyfriend. I was so humliated/disappointed with mysel that I basically broke down in my boyfriends arms. He did his best to console me and rightly pointed out that it wasn't over yet, I could still beat her in the catfight and wrestling so I need to stay focused. He was right, but it was just hard to imagine beating her in anything after a loss like that. : (
